The Peanut and The Princess

In 2006, when Anderson was this little guy, I saw that blanket at target and HAD to have it. It was the perfect shade of green, reversible, and so soft. It was $10 or so and on a student budget, perhaps something I could have lived without but I didn't want to live without it so I bought it. Sadly, about 2 months ago, it got lost somewhere between the doctors office and our house. It's a mystery as to where it is and I'm a little sad about it.

About a year after I bought the green one, I saw the pink one on sale for $6. Since I loved the green one so much and thought perhaps I might have a girl someday and since we were no longer on a student budget, I picked that one up--I think it might have been the very last one on the shelf. It's been in storage ever since.

. . . . . .

Last year, (you might remember,) when we found out Christian was a boy, I cried. For a day. Maybe two. But certainly, I cried through the entire doctors appointment that followed the ultrasound. It was embarrassing and looking back I can't figure out why. Christian is the sweetest baby around and I certainly wouldn't trade him for all the girls in the entire world. But as I prepared for our ultrasound that was yesterday, I told Marc I did NOT want a repeat. So we concocted a plan. And the plan was this:

We'd provide the ultrasound tech with an envelop and and a piece of paper on which to circle girl or boy. We would open the envelop after the doctors appointment so that I could focus on any information the doctor needed to share with us instead of the emotions of finding out the gender. Marc took the plan a little farther and told me he and the boys would open it as soon as they left the ultrasound and while I visited with the doctor, he would take them to the store, buy gender appropriate party supplies, and take the boys home to prepare and wait for me. And that's how it went.

When I got home from the doctor, the boys were holding numbered yellow balloons. Marc had stuffed a word in each balloon and as I popped each balloon in order the words formed this sentence:

Congratulations. You are about to become the mother of a beautiful, little, gorgeous. . .

(as I opened the word gorgeous I looked at Marc with wide eyes and he just told me to keep popping balloons!)

. . .baby GIRL!

Marc also bought a Tangled party poster and a little pink sign that said, Party Girl. I didn't even notice those as I was popping balloons.

I cried. A lot. And as soon as we're ready to put the nursery together, that pink polk-a-dot blanket will be coming out of storage and become a permanant fixture in our house.

. . . . . .

The boys are THRILLED. In fact, Anderson bounced out of bed this morning, which is against his nature. When I asked him why he was so happy he said, Because we're getting a girl.

Carter has said three really really funny things about it yesterday:

1. With a groan, she's going to be sooo spoiled.

2. Again, with a groan, now we're going to have barbies in our house.

3. What are you gonna call her. Christian's already the peanut. I told him she'd probably be the princess.

Christian just looked at me when I found out it was a girl with these eyes that said he had known all along.

And Marc had to jet straight back to work and then went straight to scouts for 3 meetings last night and since he's not an emotional guy anyway the only thing I can get out of him is that yah, he's excited but he would be excited either way.

And don't get me wrong, yesterday was one of the happiest days I've had in a very long time, but all of a sudden I'm stressed. I have NO IDEA how to buy baby clothes for a girl. I was online at The Children's Place for no more than a minute and a wave of stress washed over me when I saw this dress:

Marc is going to wonder why I can't just simply be happy.

PS--I'm finally excited to be pregnant!